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Ireland opened his eyes, and saw a maiden standing a short distance away. He stood up to go to her,and noticed he didn't have a top on, only a pair of blue ripped jeans and brown shoes.
As he walked over to her, she began to giggle. Confused, Ireland took a step back, only to be pushed by a black, inky tenticle forward again. The maiden was now laughing manically, shaking and rocking back and forward.
Ireland tried to run, but the tentciles wrapped around his neck, arms, tursoamd legs. He started to panic and struggle free, but the blackness just held on unchanged.
The maiden turned and walked to him. On her head was a black army cap with gold sewn onto it. She wore a black army uniform with an Ireland flag sewn on the arm and chest. She pushed Ireland's red, messy hair out of the way, and he clearly saw her face. It was like his own, green, white and orange, but where the white was, in the middle was black, and one eye was pitch black and the other golden.
"Don't worry, we will get our freedom, just let me in..." she sang in his ear, before stabbing him in the chest...
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🍻☘️🇮🇪A Story About Ireland🇮🇪☘️🍻
Ficción históricaHello! This is an actual attempt at a good story.. So yeah.. Please enjoy. Warning: History Words in other lauguages References to depression and self-harm Swearing Britain being an ass Bad grammar If you want to find out what they mean, put them in...
